In all the excitement of putting up these sexy comment thingies, I kind of neglected the fact that you need something substantive in place for comments to be meaningful. So, here goes nothing. I'm at home, which most of you probably know. Especially after I just told you. Anyway, life's not bad. I hung out today with some friends I haven't seen for a little bit, and I'm at least mildly entertained that everyone wants to feel my sexy post-haircut-head. I also played Pump, which is the father of DDR, and enjoyed myself thoroughly. It's kind of interesting, I love those dancing type of games, but I despise dancing in and of itself. Maybe I'm really a dancer and I just don't know it. Hm...not likely. I do have some vague memory of being in dance class when I was around five years old. I think it might have involved dressing up like a bird and pinning feathers to my head, but I honestly can't recall much more than that.
So tonight, I'd really like to see Angus and Sunali and all those crazy so-cal people, but I don't know how likely that is. If worst comes to worst, I can always go see Darren's band play and try and come up with excuses for why I'm not as talented as he is. Stupid Darren, stupid being perfect. I'd like to say that I have indie cred, but that's not true either. I'm just an amateur, a hack. *sob*
Yeah, I don't think I'm ever going to make it as a musician, which makes sense because neither am I talented or willing to give my all to music. The more I learn about the music industry, the more I despise it. Really, all I want to do is write some great music and record it well. I think I have potential to do that, maybe. I just need to be quirkier. My songs are too normal. Maybe it's because I don't have any original thoughts, that everything I do is derivative and ridiculous. Or...maybe it just has to do with the first 50 songs I write being shit, and that I'm warming up. We can't all be Conor Oberst, I guess.
So...now I'm going to lament my situation and try to plan for tonight. Comment! Commenting is fun!
The official launch date for notnothing.com is...not set in stone. Expect it fully functional by Sunday night. Let's hope it works by then..
Right now I'm in the process of finishing up my new page. Eventually, I'll migrate all of notnothing
to...notnothing.com! You guys can see what I have so far and tell me what you think. It's still under construction, but then, isn't everything?
So, what have I been doing. Oleg came up to visit on Friday, and I hung out with him pretty much the whole time. That's OK, however, because Oleg is a cool person. We hooked up with Hedi and Haleh and Alex (the Asian one) and ate Ethiopian food. If the first thought that came into your mind is "care packages", you're a very bad person. Regardless, Ethiopian is good. Very good. And you get to eat it with your hands!
After that we saw Insomnia, a solid, but forgettable thriller directed by Chris Nolan (of Memento fame). I made Hedi try a whopper, and she didn't like it. In fact, I discovered that not many people like whoppers. What a surprise. I guess not everyone is quite as much of a chocolate whore as I am. That's acceptable, however. More for me.
Following the film we went to the house of Daisy and Josie, and chilled out for an hour. They decided to be spontaneous, and not give us any set plans, which meant that the evening ended too early. Again, this was acceptable, because Oleg had plans to go for a long walk at 7 AM the next day.
We walked, it was rather uneventful. I don't mind long hikes, but I'm not particularly fond of them either. It was more fun to walk back from the "woods" through the historic streets of Berkeley. There's actually some really neat shit back there if you want to look. Check out Alden Steps. They are neat.
Anyway, post-walk I was fucking pooped, so I went to sleep. Of course, this was a horribly un-host-like thing to do, leaving my guest in the company of a sleeping idiot for three hours. I'd like to say I made up for it, but I don't think he was very impressed with the Berkeley Art Museum. Then again, art museums only serve to reinforce the perception of my immense ignorance, so I guess I didn't like it too much either. Although I was enamored with the paintings done by elephants. Komar & Melamid are geniouses, not just because they created the People's Choice Music (two songs statistically designed to be loved and hated by the world's population).
Yup, yup, yup.
Now, I have a show tonight, and two CD's to review, and a webpage to build, and some crying to do because I'm a lazy fuck and I didn't get anything done over break. You can cry for me too.
